It’s quiet,
It’s late, it’s night;
Not a soul, none in sight!
Up and awake,
Retrieving lost hopes tonight;
Hoping to gather fresh Insight!
Ridiculous, ain’t I?
Adding life to the dead;
Going where no one dares Tread!
Still walk,
I stumble, I fall;
I open my arms, embrace it all!
The Spirit,
In Veins, in Heart;
None to Critique, ain’t that a start?
The Pen,
I fight, I lose;
The Dilemma confronts, whom to choose!
The Choices,
The winner who may lose;
Either is or, against is for!
The Bed,
It’s warm, it’s flat;
Sign a truce, Insomnia take that!